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He spoke to his uncle and aunt that night

"Uncle," he said, "Anna and wen

"But how, you have no money?" said the mother

The youth went pale He hated these words But he was like a

gleaht and inalterable He

did not think He sat there in his hard brightness, and did not

speak

"Have you wen

"No--I'll tell her on Saturday"

"You'll go and see her?"

"Yes"

There was a long pause

"And what are you going to ain the youth went pale, as if the spirit were being

injured in hi at his uncle with his bright

inhuwen stirred in hatred

"It needs knowing," he said

"I shall have the money later on," said the nephew "I will

raise some now, and pay it back then"

"Oh ay!--And why this desperate hurry? She's a child of

eighteen, and you're a boy of twenty You're neither of you of

age to do as you like yet"

Will Brangwen ducked his head and looked at his uncle with

swift, ed hawk

"What does it matter how old she is, and how old I am?" he